Redhawk Caldera Yeah, I reckon we were heathens

grateful when they finally reach the hobbit hole, jr lets her half of the buck go with a pant, wondering how something that lean looking could be so heavy. she lets herself bask in the pride of their accomplishment(s) as hotah gets to work skinning the buck. she admires ( again ) for a prolonged moment, noting that his movements were assured. skilled.

she was more of a fighter than a hunter ... at least in the respect of the trade itself. it shouldn't have been so interesting — it was motions she'd seen repeated thousands of times but for some reason, it was.

until she diverted her gaze and joined him, taking to the hide, thinking that when sun-dried it might offer a nice pelt for the children. though the bodies in the hobbit hole was more than enough to keep the newborns plenty warm, and though they were her siblings and not her own children, she cannot help the maternal instinct that made her want to help provide. food. warmth. attention.

the first strip of hide is set to the side, lain flat on a large boulder before she returns to hotah's side to assist with separating the meat.